9 comments/ 37414 views/ 6 favorites The Transformation of Abigail By: licksit Chapter One: The Beginning Abigail Daniels and Robert Thompson were born the same year and lived next door to each other from the time they were born until they married. "They look so cute," their mothers told each other as the two of them walked hand in hand to school each day. And they were. Robert was a handsome boy and Abigail was a pretty girl. They fell in love when they were in middle school and promised they would remain virginal until they married, as soon as they graduated high school. They kept their promise; graduated in May and married in June. Their sex life followed the usual fumbling bumbling that is part of adjusting to a sexual partner when both are inexperienced. It was satisfactory for both, though not very imaginative as it was limited to the missionary position. Abigail, while satisfied sexually, felt just a bit of disappointment that Robert was not more imaginative in bed. Her high school girlfriends had told her in graphic detail about pussy eating and, she actually blushed as her mind recalled the conversations, about other things sexual that seemed perverted to her. Neither had dated anyone else, though Abigail had many suitors. The idea of being with someone other than Robert just did not enter her mind and Robert was true blue all the way. Robert, who had been working part time at a franchised fast food restaurant when he was in high school, went to work full time as the manager of the early shift upon graduation. Abigail got a job as a receptionist at a local plant that manufactured high-end machine tools. Abigail, always using that very fine brain she had, took advantage of the company's offer to pay full tuition for any courses their employees took in order to upgrade their skills. Over a period of two years she had transformed herself from an unskilled receptionist to a qualified secretary. She became bored, however, at the receptionist's desk, answering the phone, directing traffic. There was no challenge for her brain and she was tired of being hit on by every man who came to her desk. Abigail, the conservative girl/woman that she was dressed down; white cotton blouses that buttoned to the neck, long sleeved sweaters, gray or brown knee length skirts. It was if she were hiding her sexuality deliberately. While she may have fooled herself about how sexy she was, she did not fool any of the men and women who met her. The clothes covered up her curves; they did not make them go away. The firm for which she worked was a three generational company, owned and managed by the family that had founded it nearly a hundred years ago. The youngest, Halston Heuer, was being groomed to become president when his father retired. Halston was a handsome young man of 28. He had attended a prestigious private university as an undergraduate and played quarterback on a good though not national championship team; while he was a superb athlete he never had the supporting cast to get beyond the first round of the championship series. He graduated high in his class, majoring in computer science and business and earned a graduate degree in business. Halston had worked in every department of the company and knew it from the ground up. Personable and gracious, he was sought after by every mother in the city as marriage material for her daughter. Halston, however, was wedded to the company his grandfather founded. He, as one might expect of a handsome athletic man, had many conquests. He was seduced as a young man by his mother's best friend who taught him more about sex in the six weeks their passionate affair lasted than he had learned in a dozen years of sex education in school. He loved women and it showed. They were flattered by his attention and delighted by his performance in bed. They also knew he was not marriage material, but accepted this as the price they paid for being seen in his company and having his body in bed with theirs. Abigail's concealed charms had not gone unnoticed. Halston, as company vice president, had an office next to his father's and passed Abigail's desk every workday morning, giving her a cheery hello as he did. One day he looked at the nameplate on her desk as he gave her his usual hello and stopped. Abigail was startled by this change in routine and looked up, a quizzical expression on her face. "What is your middle name, Abigail?" Abigail blinked her eyes, surprised by the question. "Ah, ah. It is Laura, sir." "Well Laura we need to make two changes. First off, my name, as you well know, is Halston and you are to address me as Halston from this day forward, as do all who work here." Abigail had always called him Mr. Heuer or sir. She had found it difficult to accept the familiarity with which even the janitors addressed the man who was going to be president of this company one day. Abigail felt her face redden as she looked up at this handsome man smiling down at her. She could not keep from smiling as she told him she would do so, "Yes, Mr...ah Halston. And the second change?" "You are not an Abigail and from this day forward you will be Laura whenever you are on these premises." He turned to Mrs. Prudholm, his father's secretary, who had come in behind him. "Get a new nameplate for Laura's desk and a new ID badge." Mrs. Prudholm nodded and had the changes made immediately. Before the day was out Laura had a new nameplate and ID badge. She mused about this as she took on her new identity. Not an Abigail he had said. What did he mean by that and then she flushed, thinking about the name Abigail; how stuffy it sounded, how just plain old fashioned. She licked her lips as she thought about Halston as a man for the first time since coming to work at Heuer. He noticed me and he knows I am not an Abigail. What am I? How is Laura different from Abigail? Laura was more than a little confused and at the same time excited, but was not sure why. Laura told Robert about these events when they were together that evening. Robert was not all that happy about this turn of events but Laura begged him to agree to stop calling her Abby or Abigail. "I have never liked that name, Robert. I was teased at school constantly; called Missy Abigail and Abigail Adams." Robert had not realized this. As a boy, he was, like all boys, not privy to what went on between girls at school. He hugged Laura and told her he would call her Laura from that day forward. Shortly after Abigail became Laura everything changed for Halston and his company. Seismic changes also involved Laura and Robert, though none of the players knew at this time just how much their lives were going to change. It all began one hot and muggy Sunday afternoon. Halston and his father had just finished the third set of a long and hotly contested tennis match when Halston senior felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He and his son both knew the signs of a heart attack and Halston was on his cell phone almost before his father collapsed in his arms. The EMS technicians made a valiant attempt to revive the elder Heuer on the way to the hospital but their efforts were in vain. He was pronounced dead on arrival fifteen minutes after he felt the first signs of a heart attack. Halston was catapulted into the presidency of Heuer, Inc. Some men his age might have felt overwhelmed by the challenge but Halston was exhilarated to find himself in his father's office. The Monday following the death of his father he called a meeting of all employees. He thanked them for the many messages of condolence that had been sent to his family and that the company would continue to operate just as it had for nearly one hundred years. "I know I am very young for this position but," and he took time to look at the face of each of the one hundred employees of the firm, "you have taught me well. Each of you has had a hand in educating me in each of the departments of this company and I will not let you down. We will continue to refine and produce the finest products found in the market." The employees were struck by his maturity and dedication to the continued success of the company. They cheered when he pledged to keep the company under his control. They all knew of his escapades as a man about town, of his conquests and his foot loose nature but they had also known him as an earnest young man who was willing to be taught by even the lowliest employee in the company. Some in management had feared that Halston would sell off the company and take the profits to continue his feckless life style. There were many offers from large firms to buy the company and they were in a very competitive business. It would have been easy for Halston to accept one of those offers. Halston closed the plant for three days, inviting all to the funeral and to come to the Heuer home after to celebrate the life of his father. When the plant reopened he knew he had to make some changes. The first change had to do with his father's secretary. He could not think of her as his secretary. Halston had known her since he was a child. Mrs. Prudholm had been his father's secretary for as long as he could remember. She was capable and discreet to a fault, but she was his father's secretary. As gently as he could, Halston brought up retirement; the benefits she would receive, a nice golden parachute normally reserved for vice presidents, more time with her children and grandchildren, time to do the traveling he knew she wanted to do. Mrs. Prudholm understood exactly what Halston wanted; his own secretary, and she had no intention of denying him that. "Thank you, Halston. Retirement is a nice option to have at my age and I accept your offer. I'll be glad to stay on to help orient your new secretary." Halston beamed at her, thankful that she was not going to put up a fight. While Halston was a thoughtful and generous man he could also be ruthless when he felt strongly about something and having his own secretary was something he felt very strongly about. He asked Mrs. Prudholm what she thought of Laura as his secretary. Mrs. Prudholm, as one might expect, kept track of every employee in the company and had been pleased at the way Laura used her free time to create marketable skills. "I think she will become a very good secretary. She has taken numerous courses since she has been here and had become more than qualified to take on the job. I can have her up to speed in a month." Halston was delighted and asked Mrs. Prudholm to notify Laura to make the change the next day. He looked around the office thoughtfully as Mrs. Prudholm went to inform Laura of her promotion. If this were to become his office he knew he had to put his stamp on it. He wanted something more modern, up to date to replace the dark wood and old world look his father preferred. That afternoon he spoke with an interior decorator friend of his and had him come by the next day to look over the office and make suggestions. "Larry. You know what I am and what I like. We have been friends more years than I can recall and I know of no one better qualified to suggest a new décor for this office." Larry nodded and proceeded to take measurements and digital photographs of the office. He was delighted to do this makeover. It would look good as a selling point for his small firm and he also wanted to do this because he liked Halston as a friend. Halston, Mrs. Prudholm, and Laura worked in his old office while the president's office was being redecorated. Halston was pleased with his friend's suggestions and made only minor changes. By the time Mrs. Prudholm had Laura familiarized with the intricacies of her new position, the president's office had been redone. Laura had watched in amazement as the dark and dreary office had been transformed into a light and airy space. There were new paintings on the wall, modern and full of color, and a cozy fireplace. The bathroom had been modernized and a small bedchamber had been added. Laura looked at the latter thoughtfully, snatches of gossip about Halston's sexual prowess filtering through her thoughts as she examined the office, this new addition to the office and her space. Ummm. I wonder if he has anyone particular in mind, she thought as she looked at the small bedroom. Mrs. Prudholm's space had been a small corner desk with a telephone and small filing cabinet. Laura's excitement over the changes in the office began with the door. She was thrilled to find her name listed under Halstson's on the office door; Executive Secretary to the President, Laura Thompson. Halston's desk took up one end of the large space and Laura's was to the right next to his; both faced the door and had a view of the city through a new enlarged window. Though there was a fireplace, there was not a real fire just stone logs and gas, which added warmth to the room. Laura was more excited than she thought she would be the day she entered the office without Mrs. Prudholm at her side. She looked around, surveying her and Halston's domain and quickly arranged the materials Halston would need that morning on his desk with notes reminding him of the day's schedule. She felt a little thrill of joy run over her body when Halston entered just a few minutes after she had finished her early morning chores. Why she was excited she did not know for sure but felt it was somehow related to the fact that she and Halston were now the only occupants of the office. Laura thought about this and her face flushed as the idea that their chaperon was no longer there to supervise their behavior flashed across her consciousness. She greeted Halston and busied herself at her desk while he went over the materials she had placed on his desk. "Laura. I like almost everything about this office. It is light and airy as I desired and the furnishings make me feel at home. There is just one thing that has to change." Laura, a puzzled expression on her face, looked around the office and then at Halston expectantly. "And what is that Halston?" The serious appearance of Halston's face was undercut by the twinkle in his eye as he told Laura that the new furnishings needed a new look for Laura. He pulled a company credit card from his desk and handed it to Laura. "Your first task this morning is to go to Diana's and buy a new wardrobe and gat yourself a makeover." Laura looked at herself and for the first time since coming to work two years ago saw what must be obvious to all; she looked dowdy. Her chest heaved and she felt her eyes tear up. She just did not fit in this elegant space and it made her feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. Halston seeing her reaction, leaped from his chair and rushed over to her. Putting a hand on her shoulder he told her, "Laura. Please. I can see on your face that I have insulted you. I did not mean to. You look fine but you are a very pretty woman, in every way. And you need to dress like what you are. And you need to look like an Executive Secretary not the receptionist you once were." Laura looked up at him, her face showing the distress she felt. "I couldn't, Halston. I just couldn't use company money to buy clothes. I'll save from my salary but it will take me a little while and the clothes will not be from Diana's." Halston sat on the corner of her desk and looked at her earnestly. "I understand about money, Laura. Now that your husband has been laid off you are the sole source of income for the two of you and a new wardrobe is expensive." Laura nodded. "I didn't mean to burden you with my personal finances, Halston, but facts are facts. With Robert out of work, even with the big increase in my salary, things are tight at home." "All the more reason to accept this credit card. I consider it a business expense. I am ordering you to buy a new wardrobe, Laura, in the best interest of this firm." He continued, his voice taking on a steely edge Laura had never heard before. "I want this taken care of by noon and I expect Diana to outfit you with a new change of clothing for each day of the week. You are my Executive Secretary and you will look the part. You will be back here by noon when you and I are going to lunch at Charlie's." As Laura left the office Halston picked up his phone and called Diana of Diana's, the most exclusive women's shop in the city. He told her to supervise personally Laura's new wardrobe so that her best qualities were emphasized. Diana was smart enough to know which qualities Halston had in mind and was already running through her inventory mentally when Laura walked through the door. Diana greeted Laura at the door to her shop and led her into her office. "My dear. Halston called and I understand what is to be done. We have a stylist next door who will take care of your hair and makeup. You go there while I take care of the wardrobe." Laura, dazed by what was happening to her, gave Diana her measurements, blushing as she did, and went next door. The stylist sat her down, looked at her, and went to work. "Not to worry dear," he told her. "Diana has told me what needs to be done." She sat in the chair and watched her hair fall away as the stylist, chattering about nothing, worked to remake her. While he was working a makeup artist was working on her face. What is happening to me? She thought, as she watched herself become a different woman. She liked what was happening to her, but there were twinges of doubt and fear that kept intruding. Clothes, hairstyle, makeup? This was not proper. And Laura was proper, not a prude who rejected modernity and all that went with it, but proper in the moral sense. Laura and Robert were true to each other and Laura intended to remain true. This is business, she told herself, though it might also be considered funny business, she thought. She sighed. How am I going to explain all this to Robert? She should not have worried. Halston had called a friend who owned a management trainee program and told him Heuer, Inc. would pay for a yearlong training program for Robert. By the time Laura was ready for lunch, Robert had already been informed that Heuer was sponsoring him and would find him a low level manager upon completion of the course. Chapter Two: The Emergence of Laura Laura was styled, made up and dressed by noon. Still a little dazed by what had happened to her that morning, she examined herself in the floor length mirror in Diana's private office. Who is this? She thought and then felt a surge of excitement wash over her body. She was Laura. Abigail no longer existed. The pantsuit and blouse were tailored to her body, showing it off while not making her look cheap. The image peering back at her was attractive, sexy, without looking whorish, and confident. And it was she. Never in her life had she felt as sexual as she did at this moment; not on the day Robert asked her to marry him, not the night a boy told her she was the sexiest girl he knew, not on her wedding night when she had sex for the first time. The woman who looked back at her from the mirror was a woman she did not know existed but one she knew in her heart was her, was what was inside her and had always been there, just waiting to come out. Halston was more than satisfied with the results. He took Laura's hand in his when she entered his office, their office, he told her when she had referred to it as his office. "We are a team, Laura and I want you to think of us in that way. This is our office." "You look just as I knew you would," he told her, holding her hand so long that Laura was beginning to feel a bit of discomfort at the intimacy. She smiled at him. "Thank you, Halston. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all you have done for me. Not just today, though this day was one of the best days of my life, but also the promotion and the confidence you have shown in me." The Transformation of Abigail They had lunch at one of the most exclusive and intimate restaurants in the city. Laura felt as if she were on a date, and while she liked the idea it made her feel a bit uncomfortable. I am married, she told herself and I am not on a date. I am on a business luncheon with my boss, but there was no business discussed. Halston drew her out as they talked and Laura was flattered by his attention. I have to be careful around this man, she thought as they drove back to the office. Robert was full of his news and began talking as soon as Laura came in through the door after work. It was only after he had told her that he was going to begin management training the next day that he realized something was different about her. Laura congratulated him and then did a slow pirouette, a proud smile on her face as she showed Robert the new Laura. "What's going on, Laura? You look different. I hardly recognize you." Laura explained the rationale behind her new wardrobe and the pile of suitcases full of new clothes that Halston's driver brought into their small apartment. Robert looked doubtful. While not very imaginative, Robert was not stupid. He expressed to Laura his suspicions; that his management training opening, Laura's promotion, her new clothes and makeover. "It seems more than coincidental, Laura. What is your boss up to?" Laura's face took on an exasperated look. "Robert; for heavens sake. There is nothing devious about Halston. I represent the company as his Executive Secretary. I have to look the part." She put her arms around Robert's neck and kissed him, her body molded subtly to his. "I'm the same girl you married, Robert. Nothing is going on between Halston and me. Believe me." Robert felt a surge of sexual energy run over his body. Laura's sexy body had always turned him on and it was working its magic now. He returned her kiss and took her by the hand, leading her to the bedroom. There they undressed and lay on their bed. Robert kissed her gently, running his hands over her body as he did. He kissed her neck and chest and licked at and sucked her nipples until they were both ready. Laura's pussy was excited, not just from Robert's feeble attempt at foreplay, but also by the events of the day. She replayed the lunch with Halston as Robert entered her. She flushed as she felt Robert's six inches of hard youthful meat entered her vagina; wondering how big Halston was. Stop that, she told herself, as she raised and lowered her hips, fucking Robert as he fucked her. Robert, as usual, emptied his balls before Laura climaxed, but she was not far behind. Her mind eas filled with visions of Halston at lunch, leaning forward earnestly as he talked, his hand touching hers for emphasis, his eyes lingering over her body, taking in every curve like a hungry cat eying a mouse. Laura cried out as she climaxed; hands clutching Robert's body to her tightly. Her body vibrated with excitement as she unwound and she used her vaginal muscles to entice Robert's shriveling cock to come back to life. She kissed Robert passionately as he pistoned his once again hard dick in and out of her grasping, greedy pussy. Laura's passion had ignited his sexual excitement, as it had never been before. Laura's body tingled as her second orgasm erupted from her loins. Her legs wrapped around Robert's waist, she pumped her pussy against him as she climaxed and then held his cock inside her, her pussy quaking around it as she came down slowly from her orgasmic high. Robert rolled off of her body and looked at her. "Wow, Laura. That was super. I don't know what happened but that was the best sex we have ever had." Laura patted his cheek and nestled her head on his shoulder. "It was exciting, Robert. We were really turned on today." Robert fell asleep, as usual, and Laura, as usual, lay there awake. Her mind was filled with thoughts other than housework. Halston's hand on her hip guiding her to the table, his almost overwhelming attention to her during the meal, the way he toasted to US, to our new team, when the wine arrived, filled her mind as Robert slept. Laura licked her lips as she thought about the past few weeks. Robert is right, she thought. Halston is paying all too much attention to me and being more helpful than the situation warrants. He wants me sexually, I am sure. She thought about that. For the first time in her life she actually thought about being with someone other than Robert. What would it be like to have Halston as a sexual partner? How would he make love? What does he do to make women so happy? And she knew, from the office gossip, that there was not a woman with whom he had sex who made one complaint. What makes him a different lover? She shook her head. Stop this, Laura, she told herself. Halston may want me in bed but he is not going to get me, no matter what he does. A week later Halston told Laura that the annual conference of machine tool makers was coming up in a few weeks and she was to do two things: check the calendar for last year and rent the same suite Mrs. Prudholm had rented. While Halston was on a first name basis with all his other employees he still saw her as he did when he was a little boy visiting his father in his office. Halston pulled the company credit card from his desk and gave it to Laura. "And go to Diana's and get a dozen casual outfits. All you have are suits and while this is a business trip we are going to have evenings together and with other conference attendees. I want to see you in something more casual than a business suit." Laura started to protest but Halston's expression told her this was a battle she could not win. "I need you on this trip, Laura. Mrs. Prudholm always accompanied my father on these trips and you will also. And I need for you to be dressed fashionably, in the latest style." Yes, thought Laura, but I am willing to bet a month's salary that your father did not buy Mrs. Prudholm a dozen casual outfits for the trip last year. Nonetheless, she was very excited as she walked the few blocks to Diana's. "This, my dear, is perfect for you," Diana told her, as Laura looked at herself in the full-length mirror. "I look like a hooker, Diana," she protested as she viewed herself. The skirt was mid-thigh and the blouse, while not see-through definitely showed her bra underneath and the tops of her breasts were exposed. Diana shook her head. "What was the last time you bought a skirt and blouse, my dear? And as for looking like a hooker, a hooker would not be seen dead in this boring outfit. Her skirt would barely cover her butt and the blouse would be as transparent as cellophane. No my dear. This is very chic and the style of today." Laura shook her head. She liked the way she looked but was not accustomed to showing so much thigh or breast. In fact she had never worn a blouse that showed the least hint of cleavage. She gave up protesting as Diana had her try on outfit after outfit, all of which showed her body to its fullest extent. By the time she had tried on the last skirt and blouse she had come to admire the way she looked and what she was; a young, sexy woman. Laura balked at first when Diana insisted she wear strapless pushup bras that lifted her breasts daringly. "My dear. Your breasts are beautiful and it would be criminal for me to let you leave Diana's with those boring business suit bras. Look at yourself, my dear. You are irresistible." Yes, thought Laura. I am and that is the problem. I am not supposed to be irresistible. I am a secretary, not a date, but she was beginning to wonder what she was and this troubled her. She felt herself attracted to Halston and was ashamed of the feelings she was developing for him. Laura returned to the office and checked the notes Prudholm had left that dealt with the various business trips of Halston's father. Thank heavens for her meticulous bookkeeping, Laura thought, as she looked up the conference they were to attend. "Halston. Mrs. Prudholm booked a two-bedroom suite for that conference. That is not proper. I would prefer separate rooms." Halston sighed as he looked up from the file he was examining. "Laura. This is a business trip. I will need you to be available while we are there and I do not intend to have to go down the hall to find you. Book the suite." His tone brooked no argument. Laura bit her lip and held her tongue as she called the hotel. Yeah, she thought. You want me available all right, but you are not going to get me in the way you think you are. She snorted to herself; business trip indeed. Which was Robert's reaction, both to the boxes full of clothes that Halston's driver unloaded that night, and to the trip. "Business trip? Ha. Laura. What is going on? This guy dresses you up and takes you on a so called business trip with him? Come on. Give me a break." Laura put her arms around his neck and kissed him, softly, lovingly, her body pressed to his. "Darling. It is a business trip. Mr. Heuer has been making this trip with Mrs. Prudholm for years. The only difference is that I am now his secretary." She did not tell Robert about the two-bedroom suite. It took her a half hour to get Robert to stop fussing and into bed where she fucked him until his cock was limp and he was exhausted. Laura, while Robert took his post-coital nap, let her mind wander. The clothes were beautiful and she felt so alive when she wore them. She blushed when she thought about sharing a suite with Halston. Her mind wandered, pulling bits and pieces of gossip out of her sub consciousness about Halston's prowess with the ladies and how happy they were to be bedded by him. What would it be like to be in his arms, she wondered? What kind of a kisser is he? What does he do in bed that makes women so happy to be with him? The following week Laura told the flight crew to get the Heuer corporate jet ready. Halston, though he was a rated pilot, left most of the flying to a professional crew. "Too many executives get in over their head," he explained to Laura on their way to the airport. "I can fly it and do take the controls from time to time, but I do not fly enough to be confident under all conditions." Laura was grateful that Halston was so sensible and so frank about his limitations. Many men, she knew, would not admit their shortcomings as Halston just did. She admired him for this and realized, with a jolt, that he had many qualities that she found appealing and commendable. Without doing so explicitly, Laura was beginning to compare Robert to Halston and Robert was not coming out very well in the comparison. It is not just money, Laura thought, it is, well; it is the way he treats people and the breadth and depth of his mind. Laura thought back to several weeks ago, as the plane winged its way toward their destination. Halston had told her there was a King Tut exhibit in Houston, Texas and they needed to go to it. He had ordered up the company jet and they flew to Houston and spent several hours at the exhibit. Halston spoke knowledgeably about many of the items on display. Laura thought this more cultured side of Halston was very attractive. She could not imagine Robert asking to go to the King Tut exhibit, even if it were in their city and he would have joked about the mummy movie he saw when he was a child. "We are entering the pattern, Halston," came the pilot's voice over the loudspeaker. Halston put away his laptop and they buckled up for the landing. Laura could not help but notice the attention men paid to her as they wended their way through the private terminal to the limo she had ordered. A little thrill of sexual excitement ran over her body. Grabby 18-year-old boys had whistled at her and pressed their hard cocks into her when they danced, but she had never had this kind of attention from grown men. She tended to their conference credentials after they had checked in and then freshened up. It was exciting to be a part of this aspect of the Heuer business. She put on one of the casual outfits, a short skirt, the shortest, and a blouse with a plunging neckline. Laura felt her face redden as she looked at herself in the mirror. She practiced sitting down and crossing her legs, never having had to worry about what she was showing when she did so in the past. She was horrified. My God. You can see my crotch when I cross my legs. She almost changed, but realized all of her skirts were close to this length and would be as revealing. She bit her lip as she crossed and uncrossed her legs and then a sudden gush of sexual excitement ran over her body. It was fun to show off her thighs and a flash of panties, she realized. Damn. I'm becoming a real tease, she thought, and her pussy pulsed at the thought of teasing Halston and other men at the conference. Halston looked at her approvingly when she entered the conference area of the suite. "That looks like you, Laura. I like that on you. Turn around and let me get a good look at you." Laura did a slow pirouette, enjoying the fact that Halston was eyeing her, liking the way her body looked. "Very nice. You have a nicer looking body than I realized. Those business suits don't do you justice. I am going to really enjoy this evening." Laura smiled at him as she sat down next to him, thinking that he certainly would and she would also She turned her body towards him and crossed her legs, slowly. Her eyes were on his and a little thrill of sexual excitement invaded her loins as she saw the way his eyes watched her thighs open and close. Halston jerked his eyes from her thighs, telling her, "Ah, ah, let's go over the details of today's conference events, Laura." They put their heads together and looked over the package of materials given to attendees, noting which events would be most helpful to Heuer and those they could skip. Laura was aware as she bent over the materials that were spread out on the large table that Halston had a good view of her breasts nearly to her nipples. Her pussy pulsed as she saw, out of the corner of her eye, that Halston was spending more time looking at her bosom than at the conference material. A rush of sexual excitement ran over her body when she felt her nipples stiffen and press against the thin material of her bra. She felt very naughty. He does not need any encouragement, she told herself, but she could not help being a bit of a tease. She felt liberated in these clothes, excited to be a sexy woman for the first time in her life. "Tonight we will just mingle in the lobby and probably go to dinner with some of the men I know. The general meeting is tomorrow night. We will have several men here for cocktails before the dinner. You haven't forgotten your bartending skills, have you?" Laura shook her head. "No. I can mix any drink for which we have the ingredients. I'll check the bar to be sure we have the standard things." Halston had sent her to a bartending course several months prior to the convention, why, Laura had not known but now she understood. He thinks ahead, she mused as she checked the bar. She liked that about him; he is proactive, not reactive, she thought. Halston came up behind her, resting a hand on her hip as she looked over the bottles. "I really like the way you look, Laura. That blouse shows off your breasts and I'm beginning to appreciate your thighs more every time I look at them." "Shame on you, Halston. I'm a married lady." "But not in this city." Laura laughed as she looked at his smiling face. "You are incorrigible, Halston. I'm going to have to keep an eye on you from now on." Halston patted her butt. "And I'm going to keep an eye on you also." Laura laughed and took his hand off her ass. She shook a finger at him. "Eyes yes, hands, no." Halston smiled at her and winked as he walked toward the conference table where he picked up some of the conference material. They spent an hour going over once again the things Halston wanted to accomplish at this conference. He needed, he told her, to expand his network so that he could use these men to increase his business. This would require them to do a lot of socializing. "Now, though. I'm hungry. There is a nice French restaurant not far from here. I booked a table while you were dressing." The limo took them to the restaurant. Laura looked at the menu, a puzzled expression on her face. "There are no prices, Halston." Halston laughed. "If you have to ask, you can't afford it, a very rich man once said. Don't worry about the prices, Laura, just order what appeals to you." Laura was grateful for her four years of French because there was not an English word on the menu. She picked out an appetizer, main dish, and side dishes. Halston was surprised and pleased at Laura's fluent French, when she gave the waiter her order. His own was not nearly as good. They chatted as they waited for their drink order. Halston dropped his hand casually to her knee. The feel of his warm hand excited Laura. It would be so easy to have an affair with Halston, she thought, as she just as casually removed his hand. He is exciting and fun but I can't jeopardize my marriage. Halston was not put off that easily. His hand was once again on her knee when the meal was served and Laura once again removed it. She smiled to herself. You are persistent, Halston, she thought as she removed his hand. Neither of them said a word about this little sexual byplay. When dessert, some cheese and a matching wine, was served Halston's hand was once again on her knee. This time Laura just put her hand over his. He is not going to stop but if I keep my hand over his I will at least keep it from moving upward, she thought. Halston's hand, though, was not immobile. His fingers squeezed her knee sensually and the warmth of his hand and the way his fingers caressed her knee sent little shivers of sexual excitement over Laura's body. Halston held her hand as they left the restaurant and during the drive back to the hotel. I should not let him do this, Laura thought, but it felt good to have her small hand enveloped by his large masculine hand. She was startled, however, when his lips brushed hers as she opened the door to her bedroom telling Halston she was going to take a nap so she would be fresh for the evening. "I'll see you later, Laura." he told her, his hand holding hers in a lingering embrace. Laura smiled at him. "Later." Chapter Three: Moving Along Halston hummed to himself as he went to his room, his body excited by the little flirtations that had taken place over lunch. She is a stunner, he thought. I am going to enjoy this seduction. A nap sounded like a good idea, he thought, undressing and getting into bed. Laura licked her lips as she undressed. He is not wasting any time, she thought; the hand on my knee, holding hands, kissing me. He is a fast worker and I am going to have to keep my head. She lay down and was soon asleep. An hour later they were awake and dress. Halston whistled silently to himself as he viewed Laura in her short, tight skirt and scooped out blouse. God, she is sexy. Laura liked the way Halston let his eyes lingered over her breasts, so well displayed, and along her hips and thighs. She was excited to know she could get and keep the attention of this man about town. Flirting was fun, she realized. They went to the lobby where Halston introduced her to the men he wanted her to met. He let her know subtly which he wanted to invite to their room for drinks. After a half hour of idle chitchat he led four men to their suite. Laura fixed drinks for the guests, Halston, and herself and stayed in the background as the men talked about the problems with their industry. Halston invited the men to accompany them to dinner and the six of them drove in Halston's rented limo to another French restaurant. The Transformation of Abigail Laura helped the guests pick out their dinner, as the menu was again in French with no English. These well to do men were impressed by her sophistication, good looks, and sexual body. They complimented her often during the meal. Halston's hand was again on her knee as they sat side by side at the dinner table. Laura smiled at him as she put her hand over his, keeping it there, but aware of the delicate way his fingers played with her nylon clad knee. He took her hand as they left the restaurant and held it on the ride back to the hotel and in the elevator to their suite. He pulled her to him as they stood outside her room and kissed her again, this time his lips were pressed more firmly to hers. Laura let her lips soften under his before she pulled herself away, turned and entered her room. She turned to face Halston as she was closing the door, wanting to restore the business aspect of their evening and not leave Halston with the impression that romance was what she had in mind. "I think that was a good dinner, Halston. Those men will be helpful to Heuer this year, more so than they were prepared to be prior to tonight." Halston grinned at her impishly. "I think so also, Laura. And you were responsible partly for the success of the evening, for which I am grateful." He blew her a kiss and went to his room where he thought of how soft her lips felt under his and how exciting it was to feel her breasts against his chest. The next morning they had breakfast in the suite and the sexual tension of the previous evening returned as Halston found ways to touch Laura casually; a hand on her shoulder to draw her attention to an item on the agenda, a touch of his fingers on her hips when he made a point about another item. By the time breakfast was finished Laura was thoroughly aroused. They attended a morning session, which Laura thought was the most boring morning she had ever spent in her entire life. Lunch was a business lunch with a speaker as boring as the morning session; more of the same in the afternoon session. Halston laughed when she told him how boring the meetings were. "They are not meant to be entertaining, Laura. You will get used to this. Look for the odd bits and pieces that can be useful to us and discard the rest as fluff." Laura changed when they returned to their suite. She admired herself in the mirror, liking the way the plunging line of the blouse showed off her breasts and how the three-inch heels enhanced the curve of her legs and ass and thrust her hips forward. She shook her head, realizing that she was beginning to like being sexy and flirtatious. Halston had invited four other men to their suite for drinks before dinner. More shmoozing, Laura thought. He is skillful at this and I need to pay attention to see how he works these men. Four men showed up and Laura took care of their drink orders and joined them in the living area. She had tried to exclude herself the previous day but Halston had insisted that she participate in these semi social events. "You and I are a team, Laura and you need to be up to speed on what goes on at this conference." Laura listened attentively as the men spoke of the most current issues facing their industry, including foreign competition and government regulations. She was surprised at how well she was able to follow the ins and outs of the free-flowing conversation that took place. Halston had insisted, when she became his secretary, that she become familiar with every aspect of Heuer and the machine tool industry. "I know it is asking a lot of you Laura, but it is important for me that you know what I am talking about. I won't have time to explain things to you." Laura had spent many an evening going over the intricacies of their concern and the industry and every issue that faced their company and the industry. Robert had complained bitterly about how much time she was spending but she just told him to concentrate on his studies and to leave her alone. It had surprised her at the time at how assertive she could be with Robert and how good it felt to be able to stand up to him. Those hours of concentrated study had prepared her to listen knowledgeably as the men talked. She did not participate, but soaked up every word and the nuanced way the men talked. And she was aroused more than she thought she could be by the admiring glances the men sent her way. She sat next to Halston, whose hands seemed by accident to find their way to her waist and shoulder and hips and thighs. His touch sent shivers of sexual excitement over her body and she had difficulty at times following the flow of the conversation. Following the party in their suite they had a typical banquet dinner; rubbery chicken, mashed potatoes, soggy vegetables, and apple pie. She shared small talk with a couple of wives who had accompanied their husbands to the conference and listened carefully to the keynote speaker for the evening. Laura had given up trying to keep Halston's hand off her knee. She did keep a hand on his to prevent it from straying too far, though it did move an inch or two up her svelte thigh. His warm hand on her thigh, caressing it softly, aroused her more than she though it would and she found her pussy beginning to respond, sending a stream down to her panties, which were wet by the time the dinner was over. Halston took off his jacket and tie when they returned to their suite. "Please fix us a drink, Laura," he told her as he kicked off his shoes; put his feet up on an ottoman, and opened the top button of his shirt. Laura fixed them a cocktail and took off her heels, wriggling her toes in relief. She normally wore sensible shoes and disliked heels, but they were a necessary accessory to her outfit and so she wore them. She tucked her feet under her and closed her eyes; glad the evening was over. When she opened her eyes she found Halston's eyes focused on her lap and realized her short skirt, in the position she was seated, had ridden up high on her thighs and, in all probability, her panties were showing. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, her pert tits rising and falling sensually. The hell with it, she thought, let him look. "What did you think of tonight, Laura?" Laura sipped her drink thoughtfully and then proceeded to give Halston a minute examination of the men who had attended their cocktail party; not only what they said but also what she inferred from how they said it and their body language what they meant. She dismissed the speaker as so much fluff. Halston looked at her intently as she spoke, delighted at her insightful comments and the depth of her knowledge. She was more than bright, he thought, she has one hell of a brain and uses it. "Laura. I could not have said it better. In fact, I had not picked up on the undertones of Larry's diatribe. And you are certainly right on about the speaker. He bloviates and we have him as window dressing to satisfy a certain crowd among us." Laura glowed at Halston's high praise. It made her feel very good to know that she was able to contribute. All that studying was not in vain, she thought, and it thrilled her to know she was able to see and hear things Halston did not catch. When they finished their drink Halston asked her to get her laptop. "We have some work to do before we hit the sack. Those bids we were preparing have to be finalized." They worked until past eleven that evening. Halston, ever the gentleman, escorted her to the door to her room. He held her hand as he opened the door for her. "Thank you for everything you did today, Laura. I could not ask for more." As the previous night, Halston used an arm to pull her body to his, pressing his lips against hers, a little more firmly than previously. His strong hand on her waist, holding her to him, made her feel a force she could not resist had enveloped her. His warm lips, so softly pressed to her lips brought a flush to her face. She felt herself responding, pressing her lips against his and letting her body touch his intimately. Laura was flustered as she undressed, flattered by Halston's attention but irritated with herself for the way she had responded. God. You'd think I was a schoolgirl on a date with the most eligible boy in school. I have to watch myself. This could get out of hand in a hurry. They left early the next morning, neither saying a word about the flirtatious actions that had taken place. When they arrived at their home destination Halston told her, "Take the day off, Laura. I'm going to spend the day in the plant talking with the production people to get a feel for any problems that may exist." Laura was grateful to have the day off and also pleased by the way Halston treated his employees. He made them fee that they were a part of a team. He valued their input and they knew this and were therefore open in expressing themselves about anything they felt important to the success of the firm. Laura showered when she got home and lay down. She was asleep when Robert came home. He shook her none too gently as he entered the bedroom. "Need some rest after this stressful conference, do you? Have a difficult time sleeping while you were with Heuer?" Laura shook her head, bringing herself awake as best she could. She was irritated that Robert had awakened her and pissed that he was acting so stupidly. "Robert. I don't like your insinuations. We worked hard at this conference and it was stressful. I have not been to one before and it was all new to me." "I bet it was all new to you. Cuddling up to Heuer in your nice suite. I called yesterday and they said you and Halston were in the Executive suite; a nice cozy two bedroom layout. Whose bed did you sleep in, yours or his?" Laura, naked, got out of bed and put her arms around Robert. Her voice soft, seeking to placate him, to get his mind off of Halston, she told him, "Darling, you have to get over this jealousy. There is nothing between Mr. Heuer and me. We did have a suite but I had a lock on my door and it was locked when I was in my room. Please dear, hold me and love me. I need you." Robert, in spite of his rage, found Laura's body pressed to him persuasive. He groaned as Laura kissed him, pressing her sexy naked body against his. Her hands unbuckled his pants. She fell back on the bed, pulling Robert on top of her. Spreading her legs, Laura pulled Robert's cock out of his shorts and inserted it into her hot pussy. "Love me, Robert. I've missed you." And Robert did. He was crazy about his wife and loved to fuck her. He pumped his hard cock in and out of her hot pussy and soon shot off, not even realizing that Laura had not climaxed. He gave her a brief kiss and rolled over and went to sleep, still in his shirt and shorts. Laura sighed. The sex had been so brief she had not even had time to get aroused. This has to stop, she thought. Robert's jealousy is beginning to get on my nerves. If he keeps this up he is going to have something to be jealous about. The next morning Laura dressed in her pantsuit and went to work, glad to get away from Robert, who had been sulky at breakfast. Halston greeted her with a smile; a friendly "good morning" and then let his gaze wandered over her body. Laura felt a little self conscious about the intent way he inspected her, almost as if she were some sort of object he was intending to buy. She saw that he had made up his mind about something but was startled when he spoke. "Laura. Those suits are nice but I liked the way you looked at the conference. You looked much more attractive in those skirts and blouses. Wear them to work from now on." Laura's mouth almost felt open as she listened to Halston. She had several thousand dollars worth of suits and he wanted her to come to work in a skirt and blouse? Then she understood. A smile flickered over her face as she gazed at Halston. "No more suits? Skirt and blouse? Okay, Halston. You're the boss." Laura swished her ass as she turned from him and went to her desk. She snorted to herself. He likes me in skirt and blouse more than a suit. Yeah, he does. The easier to cop a feel and the more of me he gets to see. He is a horny devil. While she was a little angry with Halston, she was also flattered by his attention and excited sexually. She liked the fact that her body aroused Halston. It made her feel good to know he wanted her. Halston glanced at her from time to time as they worked. I wonder what is going on inside that pretty head? He had a difficult time concentrating on the work he needed to accomplish; thoughts of Laura's willowy thighs and sexy breasts kept intruding on his thoughts. He stood up abruptly. "Let's go to Diana's, Laura. You need a new outfit." Laura gaped at him, then grinned inwardly. Can't wait until tomorrow, Halston? She rose from her desk gracefully, stretched deliberately, letting her sexy bosom rise and fall seductively. Okay, Mr. Horny boss. Let's go and see what we can get to satisfy you. She found out that it was more daring than anything he had bought her up to that time. She knew as soon as she tried on the skirt he wanted her to wear that everything she had would be exposed as soon as she sat down. She smiled mischievously as she sat down facing Halston, letting him see what he was buying. And then she crossed her legs, slowly, very slowly. "Is this the look you want, Halston?" Halston stared at Laura, who had put her legs together after crossing them. The flash of her panties had aroused his manhood. While her legs were together, the skirt was so short he could see all the way to where her crotch would be if she opened her legs just a fraction. "Yes. That is exactly the look I want, Laura. Diana. Let's see other skirts that length and some blouses to match." Diana was getting aroused herself as she dressed Laura in the sexiest clothes she had in the store. Laura did not look like a hooker when she finished, but she certainly did not look like a secretary. She looked like an elegant, sexy, lady. And Laura felt the way she looked. She was beginning to get turned on by Halston's insistence that she become as sexual as possible. By the time they had filled a couple of boxes with clothes her pussy was vibrating excitedly. Halston drove back to the office, one hand caressing Laura's thigh. Laura had put a hand on his at first, then removed it, leaned back and closed her eyes. She had given up fighting his groping of her; accepting the good feelings his warm, caressing hand and fingers provided her. Laura was a little self-conscious when she and Halston returned to the office. She could almost feel the eyes of every man and woman in the office complex going over her as she walked to the office she and Halston shared. Chapter Four: Consummation and Abigail's Return The door had barely closed behind them when Halston had his arms around her, pulling her to him roughly. Surprised by this sudden assault she looked up at him, mouth open to protest. This was a mistake. Halston's mouth descended to hers, crushing her lips under his. She put her hands to his chest to push him away, but he was too strong for her. His tongue drove past her lips and into her mouth, seeking out hers. She tried to pull her head back, to get her mouth away from his, but in vain. Halston had one arm around her waist, his hand holding her body to his tightly. His other hand was behind her head, holding her mouth to his. Laura fought to breathe; Halston's mouth pressed to hers, his tongue lashing at hers was overwhelming her senses. She felt his cock pressed to her tummy and in spite of herself assessed its length and felt excited at his size. Halston loosened his grip on her waist and ran his hand over her body. His insistent hand wandered over her ass, caressing it through the smooth cloth of her tight skirt. He pulled her skirt up and caressed her ass, barely covered by the tiny bikini panties she wore. His hand moved around her and cupped her crotch, a finger running up and down the tiny band that covered her pussy lips. Laura whimpered, partly in distress, partly from the sexual excitement his tongue and hand were creating. Her body was beginning to betray her and she found herself pushing her crotch against his hand. Her hands went around his neck and she sucked his tongue in and out of her mouth avidly, fucking his tongue with her tight lips and hot, wet mouth. Halston's hands went to her blouse and he began to unfasten it. Laura managed to pull her mouth from his. She rested her cheek on his chest and, her voice little more than a whisper, told Halston, "Not here, Halston. Please. Not here. Everyone will know." Halston swallowed as he listened to Laura. Her pleading voice full of surrender broke through his lust. "Please, Halston." The plaintive sound of Laura's voice connected finally. She was his and he did not need to take her here. Halston tipped her head back and kissed her gently, his hands caressing her body lovingly. He pulled his mouth from hers. "I have to have you, Laura. Heuer has a penthouse in the Hopper Hotel. There is a private elevator in the garage." Laura nodded, no longer fighting the desire for Halston that had been building for months. His impassioned kisses had flooded her with sexual hunger and had broken the dam she had erected. Halston and Laura took his private elevator to the garage under the Heuer Building. He drove them to the hotel and they were soon in the penthouse. Halston pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately as soon as they were inside. His hands, no longer grabbing at her roughly, were now caressing her wherever they could reach; her ass, her thighs, her breasts, her crotch. Laura sighed as they kissed, letting her body respond to the embrace, to the feel of his soft lips on hers, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth as she sucked it past her lips, letting her mouth fuck his tongue. She thrilled at the feel of his tender hands moving over her now fully aroused body. Her pussy pulsed excitedly as his finger ran up and down the band of her panties. Halston picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed gently. His eyes never left her body as he stripped off his clothes, tossing them on a nearby chair. Laura licked her lips excitedly as his nine inches of erect manhood, lying flat against his stomach, throbbed, leaking precum from its fluted head. Her pussy quaked as she thought of having this massive tool inside her. She stared at his cock, at its fluted head, the redness of it, the ridged blood vessels feeding its hot length. Halston lay on the bed next to her and kissed her lovingly as his fingers undid her blouse. He kissed her neck as he opened the blouse, then down has neck to the valley between her breasts. He nipped her gently, then licked and kissed her warm flesh. His hands moved behind her and he undid her bra. Laura lifted her back as he pulled her blouse and bra from her. His hands and mouth and tongue were all over her tender flesh, nipping at her, caressing her, licking her, sucking her. Laura pulled his mouth to one of her breasts, delighting by the way he pulled her tit into his mouth, sucking at her excited flesh, his tongue lashing the sensitive nipple, full of her hot blood, stiff from her excitement. Halston's hands were as busy as his mouth. One hand played with the tit not in his mouth, the other was running up and down her body, fondling her tummy, her thighs, and then working its way up her skirt and to her crotch. Laura opened her legs as his hand cupped her sex. Her hands pulled his mouth more tightly to her breast as he began to finger her through her panties. "If you keep that up I will cum, Halston." Halston's response was to run his finger up her panties to her inner lips. Rubbing them back and forth he brought her clit to full erection. Slowly, ever so slowly, his finger rubbed up and down and around and around her clit.